Chapter 137

• Third Person’s POV
• Celeste felt a strange ache in her chest. Every time, no matter how early she had comforted herself with thoughts like “it’s fine” or “they’re not worth it”, she still couldn’t stop the sting of hurt. The memories lingered, gnawing at her like a low growl in the night. But this time… she felt something different.
• She tilted her head slightly, glancing at Elijah, who sat beside her, his expression calm, yet carrying that quiet attentiveness that always seemed to anchor her. He noticed her gaze and cocked his head with a faint, teasing smile. “What is it?” he asked.